birds of america by lorrie moore // snow and dirty rain by richard siken // motion sickness - phoebe bridgers // quote by katherine mansfield // normal people (2020) // night shift - lucy dacus // all about love by bell hooks // underneath by jorie graham // faithful and virtuous night by louise glück // god’s silence by franz wright
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June Jordan, “Poem Number Two on Bell’s Theorem, or The New Physicality of Long Distance Love”
the way somebody comes back but only in a dream
1.)Hannah Lock, Not Quite Here / 2.)Wendell Berry, “A Meeting” / 3.)Euripides, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, tr. Anne Carson / 4.)Leila Chatti, “I Dreamed I Forgot” / 5.)Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems, tr. Lenore Mayhew & William Mcnaughton / 6.)John Berger, A Seventh Man / 7.)Euripides, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, tr. Anne Carson / 8.)Xie Lei, Blow / 9.)Frank Bidart, “Light” / 10.)Li Qingzhao, “Tune: Pertridge Sky,” tr. Jiaosheng Wang / 11.)The Dog Island. Ubisoft, 2007 / 12.)Elisa Gonzalez, “After My Brother’s Death, I Reflect on the Iliad” / 13.)Ōtomo No Yakamochi, Written on the Sky; Poems from the Japanese, tr. Kenneth Rexroth / 14.)@/solavey, indigo / 15.)Louise Glück, 12.6.71
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my murderous psycho brother gives my boyfriend the seal of approval | son of athena!renjun x daughter of aphrodite!reader
after it’s revealed that your brother is a traitor, having stolen the golden fleece and nearly killing everyone at camp half-blood, the entire aphrodite cabin is in shambles. you are especially inconsolable, since you and him were always close. you know you eventually have to face him for the final time, but having huang renjun—your best friend turned boyfriend—by your side gives you courage that you didn’t know you had.
my boyfriend and i babysit a psycho for our first date | son of apollo!jaemin x daughter of hades!reader
now that you’re finally recovered from the injuries of your previous mission, you and your siblings are immediately assigned a new mission: keep guard over the traitor as the camp decides what they will do with him. well, you and your siblings plus a straggler—your boyfriend, na jaemin, who insists on tagging along because he’s worried about you. perhaps rightfully so, since the heads of the camp secretly task you with finding the elusive second traitor.
my boyfriend (who can breathe underwater) drowns | son of poseidon!donghyuck x daughter of athena!reader
as a child of one of the big three gods, your boyfriend lee donghyuck has become one of the strongest demigods at camp half-blood. of course, he’s still that same annoying goofball that whines when you don’t give him enough attention. however, as security concerns ramp up within the camp, the two of you grow busy with your respective duties. the next thing you know, donghyuck is in the underworld, bathing in the river styx. after all, your boyfriend has never been one to turn down a triple dog dare.
i tell my boyfriend to go to hell (and he drags me with him) | son of ares!jeno x daughter of nike!reader
despite the fact that it’s been a few weeks, you still find it hard to believe that your archnemesis lee jeno is now your boyfriend. your dynamic with him hasn’t really changed either, and the two of you continue to hurl insults at each other with some sporadic makeout sessions in the middle of it. you’re both still figuring everything out, but neither of you mind as long as you’re together. that is, until camp half-blood erupts into chaos, and you realize just how difficult it is to stay together.
of all the people I had to get snowed in with, it had to be you?
pairing: seo changbin x reader
genre & warnings: e2l, fluff, some swearing
wc: 5.2k
notes: snowed-in trope paired with enemies to lovers, it doesn’t get any better. I had so much fun writing this at ungodly hours of the morning. lmk if you want to be in the taglist for the other works in this festive series!
festive series masterlist here
Snow is already starting to fall thick and fast by the time you get off the train, and you cast a worried look skywards before tugging your hood up over your head as you walk out the station. Luckily, Hyunjin and Jisung’s apartment is only two blocks away, but even that short journey is enough to soak your shoes—which, in hindsight, you realise were a poor choice of footwear for the snowy forecast.
You hurry up the steps and press the doorbell for the right apartment, waiting for the telltale buzz of the door unlocking to let yourself into the building. A rush of warmth greets you as you step inside. With a sigh of relief, you pull down your hood and begin unbuttoning your jacket as you hike up to the third floor. Your friends had managed to bag themselves a nice apartment in the city; it’s an up-and-coming neighbourhood with great bars, good transport connections into the city centre and it’s shockingly affordable.
The only thing you can fault them with is their choice of roommate. And clearly, karma must be out for you, because he’s the one who opens the door.
“Oh,” he says, deadpan. “It’s you.”
“Changbin,” you greet curtly, edging past him into the apartment when he makes no move to let you through.
You couldn’t exactly say when it had even started—all you knew was that you two had never managed to get along, despite the best efforts of your mutual friends. Everything you did seemed to bother him, and consequently, everything he did back would annoy the hell out of you.
Synopsis: Tonight you find out the reason for your recurring dreams and the mysterious man who keeps who appearing in them. College AU and Goryeo Dynasty AU in a Reincarnation AU trench coat. Historical accuracy not guaranteed.
Warning: none
Word Count: 5.8k
Pairing: fem!reader x Seo Changbin; friends!TWICE
You don’t think you have seen this many stars at night before. The great fabric of the sky has dozens of needle pricks of light, some woven with thread to create constellations, others shining unabashedly alone. They are all so bright. Perhaps too bright for your liking. Out of fear that you will be seen, you hide your face with your sleeve, running and ducking through the palace grounds. The hanging lanterns outside the buildings glow steadily as they watch you sneak to the bath.
The guards don’t know about the secret exit behind the bathing pool. You wouldn’t have known about it yourself until that fateful day when you followed a baby squirrel through the small tunnel and found yourself on the other side of the high stone walls. Now you squeeze through the same tunnel, nearly tripping on a loose rock when you hear a wolf howl. There was a hunt today; why is there still one around?
You step into the small patch of forest. Weaving through the trees and making your way to the vast field bordering the neighboring kingdom is simple. After all, you have done it countless times and during moonless nights as well. The difficult part is finding your beloved hiding among the tall grasses. He likes to lie on the ground like a snake, attacking your ankles with an outstretched hand and pulling you to him. It is a game you don’t typically don’t mind playing, but tonight is different.
SUMMARY: there are complicated things that na jaemin will never understand or achieve: math, downing two bottles of beer at the same time, writing a good song and her, the synchronized swimmer in campus that he can’t stand.
but he continues with his life as if nothing happened; as if her smile wasn’t the rarest thing in this universe or her words didn’t get to his last nerve, until the verse she had written for her crush ended up being his first hit.
jaemin planned to keep it a secret, but apparently, he can’t hide anything from his biggest enemy and now, he’s not sure how he will be able to one, get another hit and two, get along well with his songwriter that did not even agree to be his songwriter on the first place.
tying a cherry with his tongue is way easier than getting along well with her.
TITLE: a cherry tied with the tongue PAIRING: na jaemin x reader GENRE: university!au ; enemies to lovers!au ; guitarist!jaemin ; synchronized swimmer!mc TYPE: fluff ; angst ; humor ; suggestive ; drama WORD COUNT: 21,093 words
Oceanic blue lingering around her, splashing in bubbles that she cannot burst, only to turn into transparent hues of her own skin when she comes to the surface. The sun glares down on her features, hair sticking to her face with so much power that it almost becomes a mask, but instead, she’s counting the seconds. A beat and four seconds later, her partner emerges from the water, golden in all the blue, light in all the shadows, salvation in water.
She doesn’t know how Donghyuck manages to do it. How his smile brightens each time that he gets a move right, synchronized with her every breath. It’s as though they were made to be there, in the campus’ pool as their trainer shouted each second into the air. One, two, three, four. Donghyuck is closer, sun-kissed in the paint-drops of freckles on the bridge of his nose. Then, he’s lifting her up by the waist, fingertips scalding, memorizing her every curve when she extends her arms and legs in front of herself.
She breathes in, sucks every little portion of her imbalance to stare forward, but with Donghyuck’s burning gaze from within her, the youth inside herself yells insecurities into her ears. Will he think she’s pretty from this position? Her arms start shaking, hands wanting nothing more than to reach for her bathing suit to see if it’s still in place. Her thighs follow soon after, quivering at the thought of her longtime crush holding her like she’s a feather, and soon after, the golden hues of Lee Donghyuck disappear to be exchanged by burning water entering her nostrils.
one.
The breakup was messy.
That was partially true, because you were the one who had mostly shed all the tears, but in actuality, the week long sobered up you had admitted to your delusional counterpart that this wasn’t to be a game of blame.
Minho had your best interests at heart, you heard him out and even sympathised with the logic, but at the end of the day your exposed vulnerability had set up its self defences in favour of the innate need to let your feelings to the forefront, because after all, you had worn your heart on your sleeve.
It was a mechanism that had built its wall with excruciating pain of lifting every block of brick the deeper you looked into what you had thought to be a relationship; the fonder your actions, the bigger the amount of effort you had to put into picking up that brick. Everything you had done or said ran through your muscles in painful pricks, a jab at every crevice of your being a reprimanding ramification.
You refused to talk to the man, ignoring his presence in a room and revelling in the forlorn glances thrown your way. You likened your pathetic state to his downturned mouth, intentionally swerving out of his way and going as far as to feign ignorance at the mention of his cats; you weren’t weak.
That was a sentiment you were entitled to convince yourself of, save for the conforms of your room where you could sulk and let the tendrils around your heart tighten in a chokehold.
warnings: semi-suggestive? sfw! allusions to hooking up or whateva idk. dialogue-heavy, kuroo is absolutely the main character. idk this is just a feel good fic inspired by girl in read's 'bad idea!'
"you hooked up with suna rintarou!?" kuroo practically screamed in the little pod of the university library, knocking over his bottle of water in the process.
you hissed at him to quiet down, "kuroo! we may be in a private room but people can still hear us, shut up!"
he points at you, flabbergasted, "my best friend is a whore!"
"shut up and calm down!"
the black-haired pouts before plopping back down on his chair, picking up his fallen water bottle, "is that why you look like a mess?"
"i look like a mess? and you didn't tell me?"
"i could tell you got your shit rocked."
"i- what?"
"i mean, y'know... it seemed like you had a fun night so i didn't question it," he ignores your offended scowl with a wave of his hand, "but i had no idea you had it with suna rintarou!"
"don't make it sound like we fucked!"
"you didn't?"
"no! we just-" you groaned, putting your head in your hands, shaking it as you tried to rid the memories of last night, "-we only made out but that's literally the extent of it."
"okay... and how was it?"
"...it was fine. great. perfect, actually," the word document that currently had your typed out essay blinked at you disappointedly, "but it was most definitely a bad idea."
it was a bad idea because suna's touch burns and it's so hard to forget about, invading your senses, causing for you to forget all rational thoughts, replacing them with a certain middle blocker. you don't know if life will ever be the same after this.
kuroo tilts his head, "why are you crying over someone who's a good kisser? maybe i should go over to suna myself and-"
"shut the fuck up or i will throw a volleyball at your nuts."
he whistles, "might wanna save that volleyball for someone whose first name begins with an 'r'."
"retsuro kuroo, right?" you asked, giving him a sly smile as he rolls his eyes. "whatever, i've had enough studying. let's get outta here."
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 [ miya atsumu x f!reader ]
word count : 2k // notes: no warnings just me having a crush on atsumu <3
“Are you still single?”
It was an overused taunt between the both of you.
Miya Atsumu, the nation’s bachelor’s twin brother had recently proposed to his girlfriend and so he and his bride had hired you to ensure their wedding day would be perfect.
“And who are you to say that, Miya-san?” You smile, swiping your journal with all of your plans away from his sweaty hold.
He sticks his tongue out when you laugh in triumph.
Each of his friends had fallen into the curse of matrimony—as Atsumu would call it.
His teammates from Inarizaki, from MSBY, down to the national team, and even his rivals have all settled down and some of them even had the “privilege” of having children.
He had attended the majority of the weddings as the best man—being the constant single friend; and you had attended all as their wedding planner and that was how you met the ever so charming Miya Atsumu.
“What’s the excuse this time? Commitment issues? You know... you should probably be planning your own wedding soon, Y/N.” He smiles, playing with the nameplate on your desk. “We’re not getting any younger.”
“I don’t really see the need to get married. Commitment isn’t a joke, Miya-san—“
“Miya-san is my father, just call me Atsumu.”
“I like my job, Miya-san.” You flip through the demands of the couple. They wanted fancy but simple, memorable but special, a garden theme sounded nice but having the reception at a beach wouldn’t hurt, Elegant but hints of youth would be nice.
That was as far as their requests went. The rest was up to the both of you.
Being a good friend of the bride and as the wedding planner, you had the duty of making their day perfect to suit both of their interests.
As the brother of the groom, Atsumu was left in your care to help you out—a request from the engaged couple.
Their special day rested in both of your hands.
when you think they’re leaving you
feat. Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Atsumu
note: hurt/comfort except its more comfort than hurt
IWAIZUMI
There came a point amidst all the yelling where silence befell on you and Iwaizumi. It seemed like there was nothing more to say. The argument was going no where, both of you were just too stubborn right now to see each other’s reasoning.
Iwaizumi sighs, suddenly walking away and out of the bedroom. You carefully follow him, stopping just short of the door.
“Give it up. You know I’ve won.”
The sun blazes against your back as you grip the hilt of your sword tightly, lowering your stance so you can prepare to charge forward. A bead of sweat falls from your forehead and into your eye, stinging, but it’s a feeling that you’re quite accustomed to. You see the out-of-bounds line in your peripheral, and you know this is your last shot.
Lee Jeno, son of Ares and your eternal archnemesis, is standing in front of you. His black hair is mussed and sweaty, bangs slightly stuck to his forehead. He’s wearing leather armor over his orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt that is covered with dirt smudges. His jeans are in an even sorrier state, spattered with grass stains and even more dirt. He has one hand on his hip and the other is loosely holding his sword. His demeanor is much more relaxed, clearly indicating that he thinks he’s beaten you.
Even though his dirty clothes prove just how hard he had to struggle to get to this point.
The two of you are participating in your weekly spar in the Sword Fighting Arena, which is basically a large mound of dirt and grass with white lines painted over it. As children of Nike and Ares respectively, you and Jeno spend almost all of your time here. If the two of you had it your way, you would be fighting each other every day. Unfortunately, Mr. D and Chiron, the heads of the camp, banned you two from sparring more than once a week out of fear that you might really kill each other. Whenever it’s time for Capture the Flag every Friday, though Mr. D and Chiron have suspended all games indefinitely due to a Minotaur attack that happened a couple weeks ago, you normally aren’t allowed within ten feet of each other because you two take it way too seriously.
While it is a bit extreme, even you have to admit that it is for the better.
You and Jeno have butted heads ever since you met at Camp Half-Blood at the age of twelve, and that rivalry has continued into your twenties. You both naturally have competitive streaks due to your parentage, which means you are constantly fighting for the number one spot at…well, everything. It’s extremely frustrating because you two are always tied at everything as well. He wins some, you win some, but neither of you can ever seem to pull ahead for long.
And that’s why you absolutely cannot lose this spar. Because it means that you’ll be tied again.
“Come on, Y/N. I know you’re gonna try to tackle me as a last ditch effort. It’s written all over your face,” Jeno sighs, placing the flat part of his sword on his shoulder, as if it were a backscratcher.
Oh yeah, and this whole rivalry is exacerbated by the fact that Jeno is an arrogant and insufferable asshole that thinks he’s way cooler than he is.
“Just because you know what’s going to happen doesn’t mean you’ll be able to stop it,” you reply breezily, tossing your sword aside and lunging towards him. Children of Nike are exceptionally fast, so Jeno doesn’t even have a chance to dodge.
You wrap your arms around his legs, and though he manages to keep his balance briefly, you put pressure on the back of his knees, and he eventually buckles. The two of you hit the ground hard, causing a big plume of dirt to rise.
summary. Getting stuck at home with only your best friend for company - all because of the raging snowstorm outside - wasn’t how you imagined your Christmas would go. Or, in which Mark Lee eats pancakes at midnight.
pairing. mark lee x fem!reader
genre. fluff, humor, mutual pining, best friends to lovers!au, childhood friends to lovers!au, implied university!au, roommates (but only for one day)!au, idiots to lovers!au
wc. 5.4k
includes. swearing, kissing, food
notes. this is my entry for @neosecretsanta’s nct fic exchange event, as well as for @ficscafe’s holiday event! this fic is written for aleina, @minhyunct (yup, i was your secret santa all along hehe :D)! i hope you enjoy reading it, bubba! happy (early) christmas to everyone who celebrates!
4:00 pm, Christmas Eve.
“It’s drooping.”
“It is not.”
“It’s gonna fall over any second now.”
Mark huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve set up the Christmas tree at your place since we were eleven. You really think I don’t know whether that tree’s gonna fall or not?”
“It’s made of cardboard, Mark,” you snort. “And it’s already bent because you couldn’t carry it through the door.”
The boy rolls his eyes. “Not my fault your door’s tiny.”
“Blame it on my door,” you tease him. “How cute.”
Genres: fluff, secret agent au
Pairing: Reader & Lee Juyeon (The Boyz)
Words: 2.5k (00:10)
Warning: Slightly suggestive language
Note: Happy birthday to this buffoon (idk why I keep roasting him when clearly I just wanna hug him) (also it’s not even his birthday anymore in Korea but… actually I have no excuse)
Your mission is to steal the Women of Algiers from right under some millionaire’s nose. It goes a little off the rails.
Summary: 10 times where Inumaki Toge said “I love you” without any words, 1 occasion he spoke the three sacred words.
A/N: hi hi! this is my first jjk fic and idk if i should upload it on ao3 too?? lmk ig. happy reading!
The air was different in Tokyo. In the depths of the forest, or up in the mountains, the air was crispier; however, the air of the city was more comforting for you. With your eyes closed, you breathed in. Once, twice, thrice. Getting the air to your head makes you think clearer, or so said your grandparent after hitting you in the back of the head with his cane during a training session. Still after remembering advice that should be helpful, you feel something creep behind your shoulder, but when your eyes snapped open as your head whipped around, there was nothing.
seo changbin x gn!reader | 1.7k+ | [series masterlist]
the studio is a small white room. there are two seats in the middle of it. there’s minimal lighting in the room. the crew stands in silence, watching the interview unfold.
two people enter, grinning at each other and take a seat.
and so, the interview with your ex begins as the camera starts rolling.
[interviewer: hello, it’s been a while, but we’re finally back on track with our ex series, are you guys ready?]
changbin: [nodding excitedly]
y/n: [laughing at changbin, but nods]
[interviewer: great, can you guys introduce yourselves while looking at the camera and state your relation?]
changbin: hi, i’m baby changbin!
y/n: [rolling their eyes] hi, i’m l/n yn. i used to date this manchild
changbin: you know you love me~
